Some of them simply point out that not that many women play games, games with female protagonists don't sell as well, that if more women play there will be more games with female protagonists

The video game market is, at this point, 47% female, if you are genuinely curious why the above commentary qualifies as 'sexism'. It's the ignorant, dismissive, othering form of sexism rather than the blatant get back in the kitchen form, but it is still sexism.

(Short version: feminist blogger and media critic Anita Sarkeesian posted on Twitter that she was disappointed none of the 13 new game titles Microsoft announced yesterday featured any female characters. Today she posted a 50-tweet sample of the vitriol she received in response.)

Some of them simply point out that not that many women play games, games with female protagonists don't sell as well, that if more women play there will be more games with female protagonists

The video game market is, at this point, 47% female, if you are genuinely curious why the above commentary qualifies as 'sexism'. It's the ignorant, dismissive, othering form of sexism rather than the blatant get back in the kitchen form, but it is still sexism.

I read an article about sexism in the video game industry/world, made me literary sick to my stomach, I couldn't read it in one go and felt really bad afterward.I probably could find it again but it was in french, and there's probably a lot of them in English anyway.The way a vast majority (of those who makes themself heard*) act and talk is sick.

(*let's pretend that for a 100 players, 15 will talk or interact with other players, of those 15, 12 will be bigoted donkey behind who shouldn't be allowed near another human being until they learn better, so those 12% are the ones we hear about since they're the only ones making noise)

A note about game with female protagonists and sales figures... such games generally get less than half the budget for production *and* marketing than games where your protagonist is at least ambiguous if not male.

Some of them simply point out that not that many women play games, games with female protagonists don't sell as well, that if more women play there will be more games with female protagonists

The video game market is, at this point, 47% female, if you are genuinely curious why the above commentary qualifies as 'sexism'. It's the ignorant, dismissive, othering form of sexism rather than the blatant get back in the kitchen form, but it is still sexism.

I read an article about sexism in the video game industry/world, made me literary sick to my stomach, I couldn't read it in one go and felt really bad afterward.I probably could find it again but it was in french, and there's probably a lot of them in English anyway.The way a vast majority (of those who makes themself heard*) act and talk is sick.

(*let's pretend that for a 100 players, 15 will talk or interact with other players, of those 15, 12 will be bigoted donkey behind who shouldn't be allowed near another human being until they learn better, so those 12% are the ones we hear about since they're the only ones making noise)

I read an article earlier in the week about sexism and sexual assault at gamer conventions that truly made me nauseous.

Imagine, if you will, a three lane highway on one side in northern Florida. There's a 4th merge lane from a ramp up ahead. It's 6:30ish on a week night, so there's some traffic, but the rush hour is well over and plenty of space between vehicles. It's roughly sunset, but there's plenty of natural light to see by.

There's a bright blue Toyota Corolla cruising up the middle lane, it's going a few miles over the speed limit and both lanes to either side are clear of any other traffic, so all is peaceful.

Until the Vulgar Red SUV. Why is it vulgar? Well, you'll see in a moment.

Mom and I were on our way home from work, chatting about stuff until she says, "Hey Reika, take a look at the person behind us."

In the SUV behind us (and the only reason why I mention that is because the thing was huge) the woman driving is making shooing motions for us to go faster. There's still no cars to either side of us. So I semi-rhetorically ask, "So why doesn't she go around us?"

Mom just shakes her head and gestures for the SUV to go around, because at this point we're almost to the merge lane from the ramp getting onto the highway and there were some cars coming down the ramp. Thinking the SUV was going to pass us, we didn't go into the left lane, which was still clear.

Instead of passing,the driver starts waving her middle fingers at us. Not at the same time, but alternating hands. It was so ridiculous we just looked at each other and started laughing.

Finally realizing that we aren't going to move any faster or go anywhere else (why should we? she's the one who wants to go faster), the other driver finally passes us. On the right. Probably so we could see her waving the bird at us some more in the driver side window.

If she had started tailgating us, we would've done something else, but she was keeping a decent distance between our vehicles. It's been a week or so since that happened, but we still laugh about it because of how over the top it was.

I had lunch at a foodcourt today, and it was pretty awesome (honey mustard Hamburg steak with corn and beansprouts: awesomnosity cranked up to 11).

It was fairly crowded and so different groups of people were sharing tables as is the norm. A businessman came up about half-way through my meal and stood next to me at my table, looking at the empty seat next to me, to me, to the seat, etc. without saying anything. I said, "yes, it's free," and went back to my plate of deliciousness. He remained standing, this time actively glaring. I had no idea if he wanted anything else, but figured if it bothered him that much then he would verbalise it, so I kept on eating. And if he didn't want anything else, then I privately wished him luck on his suddenly-inspired intense meditational voyage.

"Aren't you going to invite me to sit down?" he eventually growled. Apparently telling him the seat wasn't taken simply was not enough; he needed an active invitation. He wanted me to ask him to sit there, rather than him ask if he could sit. Weird.

I replied, not particularly politely but perfectly truthfully, "no, since it's not my chair to invite you into. I said it's free. It's not mine."

There followed a dramatic eye roll that somehow involved Yoga-esque movements rippling through his entire head, followed by the most reluctant display of sitting I've ever had the good fortune to witness. It was like the reaction one would expect from an emo teenager after you'd asked him to be a brony for a day.

Wherever you are, yoga-businessman, I hope you can someday find peace with Fluttershy. And that's how equestria was made. Amen.

. . . He'd say "Yes, and would keep telling the story even if you indicated he'd already told it before! . . .

The other day my long-time handyman was helping me with a pool task and started explaining the pool circulation system to me as if I were a child. I've lived here for 12 years and taught him the little bit he knows about pools. First I gently said, "I know how the pool works, Jerry". He kept talking, and I said it again. After I had to say it a third time and he still kept going, I just walked away. It was like he could not stop.

My FIL can be like this. I had to make a minor repair to something once using wood glue and he gave me a 10 minute lecture on how to use glue. (I was about 30 at the time. I'd used glue once or twice.) It was early in our relationship, so I just did a lot of smiling and nodding.

He's also good for thinking he's the only one in the room. I've turned on the oven to preheat it only to find he's turned it off "because someone left it on." The other night, the kids and I were at the dining room table doing homework. As he was passing through, he turned off the light. When I got up to turn it back on, he said, "Oh, were you using that?" And I was in the living room folding laundry, watching a news program. He had been in the LR a little while before watching the same new program. I guess he thought that because *he* was done watching TV, so was I. So he turned it off.

Little red sports car in the left lane of two suddenly veers right (in front of a line of three semis) to take off into the exit ramp (cutting over the solid white lines indicating that the exit ramp has been passed) - missing the guard rail and being hit by the lead semi by not very much.

If the sports car had been leaving a plume of exhaust, the lead semi would have been running into that just as the bumper cleared the space the semi needed to be in........

Scary - I was wondering if I was going to see three semis heading left & right to try to dodge each other AND a little red sports car.

Next stop, I mentioned it to the cashier....to find out that the guy in front of me had been the lead driver.....and he was still shaking over how close he'd come to crushing the little red sports car.....although he would have liked to have shaken the driver by the scruff of the neck, too.

Only thing in the world that there is truly no shortage of, people being SS, or just plain being thoughtless idjits.....sometimes they are the same thing.

Boss was going for a run at 4:30 in the morning. He crossed a road and the driver turned left right into him. Luckily he was okay and the driver was pretty shook up - I bet he will pay more attention in the wee hours of the morning from now on. It was a paper delivery person.

It was like the reaction one would expect from an emo teenager after you'd asked him to be a brony for a day.

Wherever you are, yoga-businessman, I hope you can someday find peace with Fluttershy. And that's how equestria was made. Amen.

Hahaha, this made me giggle so much. My daughter's boyfriend's favorite is Pinkie Pie. Cause she has a party cannon. My daughter hangs out with him, and she's the 15 year old, 5 foot 3 inch goth girl wearing all black, pale, hair dyed blue-black, and he's the 15 year old, over six foot, and talking about Friendship is Magic.

They're freaking adorable.

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English doesn't borrow from other languages, it follows them down dark alleys and beats them up and searches their pockets for loose grammar.

It was like the reaction one would expect from an emo teenager after you'd asked him to be a brony for a day.

Wherever you are, yoga-businessman, I hope you can someday find peace with Fluttershy. And that's how equestria was made. Amen.

Hahaha, this made me giggle so much. My daughter's boyfriend's favorite is Pinkie Pie. Cause she has a party cannon. My daughter hangs out with him, and she's the 15 year old, 5 foot 3 inch goth girl wearing all black, pale, hair dyed blue-black, and he's the 15 year old, over six foot, and talking about Friendship is Magic.

They're freaking adorable.

Holy hilarity, Batman! I nominate them for best couple ever. Seriously, that is flipping awesome. They can start a new über-niche subculture.

If they ever get married and have a themed wedding, then we all know the rapture is come upon us. Because frankly, after an emo/my little pony wedding, mankind will have nothing left to achieve on this earth.

Boss was going for a run at 4:30 in the morning. He crossed a road and the driver turned left right into him. Luckily he was okay and the driver was pretty shook up - I bet he will pay more attention in the wee hours of the morning from now on. It was a paper delivery person.

This is why I always yield to traffic instead of assuming they see me, especially before dawn.

I hadn't thought about it as special snowflake behavior until just now but it likely is. I started a job back at my old place (academia) but on a kind of satellite campus. Someone had been promised the job, but due to a particular reason I had priority once I applied. This has made for some unhappiness among several people, this "someone" in particular.

"Someone" is just being unpleasant and worse to me when our supervisor is not around. The past few days he/she has specialized in snotty remarks about my apparent lack of knowledge of ISBNs (International Book Standard Number, a unique identifier for every book issued that identifies that particular title/author/edition of said book) and even Word and Excel. The fact is I can run rings around this "someone" in these areas and more, and last night my decreasing patience led to me ranting to the cats with further unkind thoughts in my head. If this someone thinks he/she can run me out of here then said someone has a seriously misaligned head. Idiot!